ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · loyal · skull mask · soldier · romance
The safehouse is quiet save for the hum of a laptop fan. Late afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, catching the tiny glass beads scattered across the table. You slide the finished bracelet toward Ghost, the crystals catching amber glints. He lifts it, squinting. "I'm not a jewelry person." His voice is flat. You reach to take it back, but he smacks your fingers, then deliberately slides it onto his wrist. The mask shifts—almost a smirk. "Happy now?"